misery

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I once felt the addicting thrum of turmoil in my veins

I could hear the hum of my heart over my breath

I sought out the rush

within the comfort of your presence

I would relapse over and over

just to get a taste of the fever

that burned within your soul

the smell foul

but the everlasting sweetness that was your kiss

masked all the doubt

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